<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944</id><updated>2009-11-07T12:36:53.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-ve iMpAcT</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is all about fighting the negativities and survive happily...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944.post-3073127437276995387</id><published>2009-11-06T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:13:31.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diane Birch - Nothing But A Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Nothing much going on these days in life, music exploration seems to be activity in recent weekends, been to a few really good gigs.  Music genres that are not easily available in Singapore.   By friend's recommendation, I recently discovered Diane Birch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended song, listen from last.fm:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.last.fm/music/Diane+Birch/_/Nothing+But+A+Miracle?autostart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album: Bible Belt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/SvOuTXbYWVI/AAAAAAAAALY/p5AUn5TM_88/s1600-h/diane-birch-bible-belt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/SvOuTXbYWVI/AAAAAAAAALY/p5AUn5TM_88/s400/diane-birch-bible-belt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400852025876961618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this tune has been going inside my head again and again.  In general, I have to say Diane Birch's voice is much more mature than her age, bears a resemblance of Carole King (love her!).  I felt that her voice has a nice warm nostalgic feeling, kinda brings you back through time a little, especially with this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not know why but she reminded me of another singer, Corinne Bailey Rae.  Probably both belongs to Soul genre, and because there was a period of time when her song (Like A Star) was swirling inside my head and at the tip of my tongue as well.  Check it out in last.fm:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.last.fm/music/Corinne+Bailey+Rae/_/Like+A+Star?autostart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album: Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/SvOuS5tkbnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/q5E0QDqvBWw/s1600-h/album-corinne-bailey-rae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/SvOuS5tkbnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/q5E0QDqvBWw/s400/album-corinne-bailey-rae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400852017900187250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one rare album that almost every song is my favourite and still feels the same after listening to it so many times.  Unfortunately, so far this is the only album that is released. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I will talk about the Indie artists that I discovered in live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-3073127437276995387?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/3073127437276995387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=3073127437276995387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/3073127437276995387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/3073127437276995387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/11/diane-birch-nothing-but-miracle.html' title='Diane Birch - Nothing But A Miracle'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15837634842216396314'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/SvOuTXbYWVI/AAAAAAAAALY/p5AUn5TM_88/s72-c/diane-birch-bible-belt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944.post-7220550849949658782</id><published>2009-10-29T05:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T05:40:00.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>うちの景色</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sui5sAJwoKI/AAAAAAAAALI/HFukGB3zBno/s1600-h/IMG_2729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sui5sAJwoKI/AAAAAAAAALI/HFukGB3zBno/s400/IMG_2729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397768319009857698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sui5r-oiZdI/AAAAAAAAALA/t8vG_Zxw3Fg/s1600-h/IMG_2728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sui5r-oiZdI/AAAAAAAAALA/t8vG_Zxw3Fg/s400/IMG_2728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397768318602077650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sui5roI5csI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Uo4CGiA3GrQ/s1600-h/IMG_2727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sui5roI5csI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Uo4CGiA3GrQ/s400/IMG_2727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397768312563790530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sui5rTQ5mUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GyG5nSymqyo/s1600-h/IMG_2726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sui5rTQ5mUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GyG5nSymqyo/s400/IMG_2726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397768306960210242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sui5rC6FtaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ESsKHbPEkek/s1600-h/IMG_2725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sui5rC6FtaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ESsKHbPEkek/s400/IMG_2725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397768302569567650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been so busy lately that I seem to have lost sight of everything that are simple but more important.  Although I know this has always been the case, but I cannot seem to help it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day while trying to clean up the forever messy house, I saw the leaves outside turned into a combination of orange, red, yellow and green, telling me about autumn and its beauty.  If only I could paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-7220550849949658782?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/7220550849949658782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=7220550849949658782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/7220550849949658782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/7220550849949658782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_29.html' title='うちの景色'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15837634842216396314'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sui5sAJwoKI/AAAAAAAAALI/HFukGB3zBno/s72-c/IMG_2729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944.post-1051753012828857370</id><published>2009-10-24T13:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:20:41.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning...  Not Done Yet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have already moved to the new apartment for almost a month, and the whole place just look exactly like yesterday, like I just moved in yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are a lot of 'reasons', although people would think that are excuses for sure.  But but.... when I moved in day 1, someone came over to stay with me for 5 days and I cannot start unpacking at all because I have to accompany her for sightseeing etc. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then second week and weekend I was out for appointments, meeting friends etc.  Then third week continued with birthday celebrations, overtime at work for so many days.  Spending weekend with heartbroken friends.  Till last week my friend visited me and I spent the whole weekend out again with her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I did my clean up slowly, here and there.   Just that a lot of things I cannot seem to decide where to put, plus the cupboards need to be cleaned, the shelving needs to be lined with paper, I need to buy an extra lamp, an extra this and that for storing, etc. etc.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So in the end, the boxes still stayed where they were a month ago, and the place is still as messy as it was.  But I swear that things are slowly getting better, and soon I will have my little housewarming parties.  I have to start sending RSVPs to force a deadline for myself and stop putting household chores and cleaning away.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sigh..  trying... trying... &gt;_&lt;  gosh, this apartment is too big la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-1051753012828857370?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/1051753012828857370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=1051753012828857370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/1051753012828857370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/1051753012828857370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/10/cleaning-not-done-yet.html' title='Cleaning...  Not Done Yet...'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15837634842216396314'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944.post-407581505227272131</id><published>2009-10-19T15:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:11:44.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>討人厭的字... Hear It First Time From ATH-ES7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, so now is EST 3.34a.m.  I just came back from NYC from Bonobo concert at LPR (Le Poisson Rouge).  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While I was waiting for the elevator built during the 1970s coming down slowly to the first floor, I saw my present that I have been anticipating for, right on the mail table. Audio-Technica ATH-ES7.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's like Christmas in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did after reaching home with that package is to change to a comfortable pair of pants after which I immediately started to open my pre-christmas present. It is really a beauty, the design. Supposedly this is due to the reason that I have spent freaking 87 bucks for this piece, my first and probably going to be last pair of cans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So anyway, right now as I am blogging away, I am listening to my favourite singer 張懸 with this new pair of cans. I could feel her singing right beside my ears... It is beauty not just the external design, but the sound that it is producing right now. The song 討人厭的字never sounded like this before. I was mesmerized, still, right at this moment. Finally I can really understand why they songs of Dessert are suitable for the night.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, when I first tested out ATH-ES7 in an audiophile shop in Manhattan was a bit disappointing, mainly due to the poor connection which produced a lot of noise for the music. Secondly, the music played was not really a good demonstration for this headphone, sampler song emphasizes bass, but with the poor connection, I did not really hear any nice bass sound coming out. Further, since the song was more instrumental than anything else, so I could not gauge how it produces vocal sound. I took a little bit of risk and got it online at Amazon.com, mainly because, albeit the disadvantages, the mid-range from this headphone is pretty amazing, given the retail price of US$169.00.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right now, as I am listening to 張懸and Norah Jones, I knew I was right to purchase this piece of headphones.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some photos of my new love. I have to say, although this is a portable headphone, I do not think it is any inferior to Bose models, which, in my opinion is pretty over-priced. Cheers to Audio Technica, great job!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/StwbRV9-5NI/AAAAAAAAAKI/gw9EYBMZALE/s1600-h/IMG_2531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/StwbRV9-5NI/AAAAAAAAAKI/gw9EYBMZALE/s400/IMG_2531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394216438451856594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/StwbSklVajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/WYn0WvvXzY8/s1600-h/IMG_2533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/StwbSklVajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/WYn0WvvXzY8/s400/IMG_2533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394216459554875954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/StwbSBh4rpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/hJmVtHGZ5D8/s1600-h/IMG_2540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/StwbSBh4rpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/hJmVtHGZ5D8/s400/IMG_2540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394216450145169042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/StwbRu7fmUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nwWSUc36nZ4/s1600-h/IMG_2534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/StwbRu7fmUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nwWSUc36nZ4/s400/IMG_2534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394216445152303426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-407581505227272131?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/407581505227272131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=407581505227272131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/407581505227272131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/407581505227272131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_19.html' title='討人厭的字... Hear It First Time From ATH-ES7'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15837634842216396314'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/StwbRV9-5NI/AAAAAAAAAKI/gw9EYBMZALE/s72-c/IMG_2531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944.post-6712100656534423814</id><published>2009-10-06T11:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:31:40.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...... =_=!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I don't even know where or how to begin this.  2 tickets in 2 weeks, one speeding, the other, parking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am speechless. Condolences to myself and I suspect I am not even going to get the full license (yes, I am still on provisional, which is really what is driving me nuts after getting the speeding ticket) after all this. I guess my luck with driving has been used up, after driving a maximum of over 95 miles (152 km) per hour on the highway and average of around 85 miles (136 km) per hour throughout the whole 8-hour (x2) journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the fines I will be paying, the course of lesson learnt is to 1) speed carefully (speeding ticket) and 2) do not be forgetful to drop that few quarters, even if is just for less than half an hour (parking ticket).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I should say to be lucky is probably the cops did not do a breath analyzer test on me.  I guess that is the last bit of luck left in me that is used up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, am I going to be able to get my license after this??  It's only been just 6 months since I got my (provisional) license... ERrrrrrrhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Talking about things happening in 2 weeks' time, and I am sure that my life is not even close to drama.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-6712100656534423814?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/6712100656534423814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=6712100656534423814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/6712100656534423814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/6712100656534423814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='...... =_=!'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15837634842216396314'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944.post-2194464192845225150</id><published>2009-09-30T12:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:50:34.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;What can happened during moving?  Moving is an adventure of life, whatever can WILL happen.  For the first time in many years, I have finally flare up in front of someone, just to get what I wanted.  Amazing America...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Morning, mover calls to say shift to afternoon - Okay, since I booked for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;2. Noon time, doing final checking and stock take.&lt;br /&gt;3. Starts to pack stuff from the fridge and bring it to the new home.  Found that the fridge is not cold, then realised that there is no electricity at all!  Shocked.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tried calling PSEG customer service since 1pm.  Put on hold for 20 minutes more than 3 times, finally managed to talk to someone who says she cannot find my new address.  Her background was too noisy, then after trying to explain to her is supposed to be activiated today, she gave up and says will transfer me to billing department.&lt;br /&gt;5. Put on hold again for another 10 minutes.  Hanged up.&lt;br /&gt;6. Called mover checking why are they still not here, already coming to 3 p.m..  Mover said they were delayed on first job, will arrive at 3.15 p.m..&lt;br /&gt;7. 3.50 p.m., mover called to say they have arrived.&lt;br /&gt;8. Mover called again at 3.55 p.m., say they were told by security guard at condo that they cannot moved.&lt;br /&gt;9. Talked to sup., says that after 4 p.m. no moving allowed.  Tried to reason that mover were late, says that rule is rule.  Says moving strictly from 9 a.m. - 4 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;10. I shouted over the phone and hanged up to go down and talk to him directly&lt;br /&gt;11. Goes to the office, quarrelled with the sup.  Told him that I did specifically asked if there is anything I should take note of 3 days ago while writting check to the secretary (who was present and pretended all this incident does not involved her at all).&lt;br /&gt;12. Not able to move out the next day because someone from the same building already reserved the elevator for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;13. After 15 minutes of argument, finally he says okay, but will charge overtime of 75 dollars per hour starting from 4 p.m..  Do not understand what is needed to be prepared by the building to demand such an obscene amount of overtime (they are not doing anything except putting up the cushions for the lift that takes less than 10 minutes).&lt;br /&gt;14. Finally says okay, because have to get things moving soon.&lt;br /&gt;15. 4.10 p.m.  mover finally let into the condo and moving starts.&lt;br /&gt;16. While mover is moving, tries to call PSEG again, never got through.&lt;br /&gt;17. When walking towards the balcony, the house key flew out of my hand, skipped over the balcony and went right down to 1st floor, from 7th.  Reminded myself to be extremely careful because balcony is not concreate wall.  Spent next 20 minutes looking for the key at 1st floor.&lt;br /&gt;18. Mover finally finished moving at 5.45 p.m and I found my key.  Paid them and tipped 40 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;19. Tried calling PSEG, put on hold again.&lt;br /&gt;20. Called landlord, told him that the door at the living room is having some problem, will need to have it fixed.  He says he will come in half hour's time.&lt;br /&gt;21. Aunt's friend called, saying that she is arriving new york soon.  Suddenly remembered that she will be coming over to stay for the next 3 days.  Explained to her the new house does not have electricity and I am trying to call in.&lt;br /&gt;22. At 6.30 p.m. after countless attempt, finally PSEG picked up my call.  Checked and confirmed they are supposed to start service today but made a mistake because the landlord stopped service on 28th and they did not start the service on 29th.  Mentioned that they will get the guy to come over, although, she emphasized twice, that they usually do not do that.  I mean, is it not their mistake?&lt;br /&gt;23. Was put on hold for the next 15 minutes while she make arrangements.  Finally came back and say the guy will come between now (6.45 p.m.) till 11.30 p.m.  And that I have to wait at the door as the guy will not wait.&lt;br /&gt;24. Landlord arrived around 7.00 p.m..  Fixed the door and went back.  Kindly reminded me to check next month's bill to make sure that PSEG do not charge 100 bucks to get the guy and switch on the service since it was their mistake.&lt;br /&gt;25. 7.30 p.m.  Have to go back to old apartment to put the fridge food back.&lt;br /&gt;26. Friend called asking how's the move.  Too tired to response and still waiting for the call from PSEG.  Told her will get back to her later.&lt;br /&gt;27. Boss called, asking about the work, told him he will have to check for response in the 8.00p.m. meeting with Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;28. Called aunt's friend and told her to take the bus from New York instead but drop at Edgewater.  Gave her instructions and told her to call me when she reached and if any problem to call as well.&lt;br /&gt;29. Next half hour, waiting in the apartment lobby and greeting people who came back from work, and a bunch of guys discussing about the sofa in the lounge and cleaning services for the building etc..  At the same time, worrying if while driving over to fetch aunt's friend while the PSEG guy called.&lt;br /&gt;30. Finally PSEG guy called at 8.30 p.m.  Let him into the building.  He asked if I knew where the meter is.  I told him I don't know since I just moved in today.  Said I should called the sup.&lt;br /&gt;31. I don't have the number, so I have to go up and get the number which landlord kindly left it on the table (I really really love the landlord).  Both emergency number and office number did not get through.&lt;br /&gt;32. Aunt's friend called, hanged up the call.&lt;br /&gt;33. Asked few people waiting for the elevator and nobody has any idea.&lt;br /&gt;34. Saw the big bunch of people and asked them about the location of the damned meter.&lt;br /&gt;35. One of the guy is the management of the building, says that room is locked and I cannot do it now.  He will need the PSEG guy.  I pointed to him sitting comfortably on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;36. Management guy went to open the door for him and let him push the switch.&lt;br /&gt;37. 5 minutes, went up to check and confirmed lights working in my department.&lt;br /&gt;38. Thanked him and he left, confirming that I should not be any extra charges.&lt;br /&gt;39. Tried calling aunt's friend, but cellphone says that I do not have enough value left to call.&lt;br /&gt;40. Drove my car directly to Edgewater to pick her up.&lt;br /&gt;41. Went for dinner at John Shanghai's.&lt;br /&gt;42. Went to Boulevard East for sightseeing.&lt;br /&gt;43. Reached home, got all her stuff ready.&lt;br /&gt;44. Typing this in blog, interrupted because she needs to know where to go tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;45. Spent next 1 hour trying to help her find directions etc.&lt;br /&gt;46. 1.48 a.m.  Finishing up this blog.  End of today.  Tomorrow will start at 7.00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-2194464192845225150?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/2194464192845225150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=2194464192845225150&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/2194464192845225150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/2194464192845225150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/09/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15837634842216396314'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944.post-4375383514065062708</id><published>2009-09-26T12:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:47:07.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah Man!!  是美的咯~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Spyker C8 Aileron Spyder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sr2YHuDKI1I/AAAAAAAAAKA/2OINl4Ow36s/s1600-h/car5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sr2YHuDKI1I/AAAAAAAAAKA/2OINl4Ow36s/s400/car5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385627987792765778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sr2YHcpraPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qPHpHWgMiOs/s1600-h/car4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sr2YHcpraPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qPHpHWgMiOs/s400/car4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385627983122491634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sr2YG58Y2-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/UEtPkIDRiQA/s1600-h/car3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sr2YG58Y2-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/UEtPkIDRiQA/s400/car3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385627973805726690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sr2YGcT2dYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/s0hFZKxHrNY/s1600-h/car2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sr2YGcT2dYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/s0hFZKxHrNY/s400/car2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385627965851071874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sr2YGMk0X8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/3O9LrdzYB78/s1600-h/car1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sr2YGMk0X8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/3O9LrdzYB78/s400/car1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385627961627271106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.spykercars.nl/?pag=1&lt;br /&gt;Come people, let's look at these photos and drool...  =D~~~&lt;br /&gt;Price? US$???,???...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spyker is a Dutch car company that merged with an aircraft company in 1914.  They even provide webcam for buyers to see their own car been assembled.  How cool can that get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-4375383514065062708?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/4375383514065062708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=4375383514065062708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/4375383514065062708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/4375383514065062708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/09/wah-man.html' title='Wah Man!!  是美的咯~~'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15837634842216396314'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sr2YHuDKI1I/AAAAAAAAAKA/2OINl4Ow36s/s72-c/car5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944.post-3821330306576131257</id><published>2009-09-13T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:16:50.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afraid to Open Up the Inbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am afraid to open my mailbox now.  Seriously.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After putting up my request for quote via 123mover.com for a full service moving company, my phone started ringing non-stop for the rest of the Friday afternoon.  It finally ended when my phone ran completely out of battery.  For the next 1 day, I did not manage to charge my phone and then today, the voicemail is jammed with messages from the moving companies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then now, when I opened my email inbox, it is filled with quotations from various moving companies, all of which I refuse to look at it.  Too many to compare and I have not set my mind to start deciding on one and also not sure of what my criteria are.  Still too lazy and not in the mood of 'moving house', which is really a big big hassle with all my things all over the place...  These quotations and phone calls just keep on nagging on the fact that I have to start planning and moving out of the apartment in like 2 weeks' time, and I have not even started out with the boxes!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man, I just really need to get my ass moving and stop lazing around and imagining that I have already packed.  At this time, I think really hard and hope the boxes and stuff will miraculously start packing themselves like what you see in those Disney's fairytales movies... hehehehehe.....  Me and my laziness and ultimate imaginations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-3821330306576131257?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/3821330306576131257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=3821330306576131257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/3821330306576131257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/3821330306576131257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/09/afraid-to-open-up-inbox.html' title='Afraid to Open Up the Inbox'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15837634842216396314'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944.post-3980958515221189028</id><published>2009-09-09T12:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:03:45.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Qix...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;maybe this will make you feel better?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;about MY job - no $$$ prospect, thinking of moving on to god-knows-where, BUT still kenna stuck!  Glam on the outside, rotten at the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;about ME getting apartment - waaay out of the consideration, maybe can use the savings to buy the toilet bowl and slowly start building up from there?...&lt;br /&gt;however, investment to SG properties is always good, it will get to heavenly price the way it goes now...  (like make people go heaven just by looking at the price..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;about diving - just spend the money until one day u damn sianz about it. rather than regret one day that you never done it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;about family - shows u r concern if you are really thinking about it.  Basically i don't even attempt to even think about changing anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;about life - ditto to that. but don't know how to change it to make it happier, just have to make sure that it doesn't get to the point where I have to pop pills to stop myself from jumping off the flat... lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally: sometimes life just lacks a purpose to get busy and be happy about, but u will still want to wake up to the sunshine every morning and feel good to simply breath the air, listen to sounds around you and move your body to feel all limbs intact and in order.  : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-3980958515221189028?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/3980958515221189028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=3980958515221189028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/3980958515221189028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/3980958515221189028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-qix.html' title='To Qix...'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15837634842216396314'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944.post-9053040458514285428</id><published>2009-09-09T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:39:53.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: What are you looking for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;B: I'm looking for... an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: To what question, may I ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;B: Yes, that's what I am questioning... The answer to a question that I don't know.  In life, there might be an answer to every question asked, but there will not always be questions to ask.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: ... why would that always not be questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;B: I guess is because human knows, but doesn't understand.  For example, they probably know death, but they do not understand it, so they question.  To that, there should probably be an answer, eventually.  If, death is never known, there wouldn't be any question to even wonder, thus answer never realised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: Stranger, you are very unique in this thought.  I never think about it this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;B: It's random to me as well.  I was probably like you, but then I've come to think, and to think, starts from something that I know, which gives the question to ask, and the answer left to be found.  Probably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But what is it that strucks me I never get to know, so never will there be a question where the answer fits in.  It's paradoxical isn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: Why does human being think?  To know and then to ponder, the question arises with the curiousity and knowledge, is it not?  Then the unknown that will be the answer.  With knowing the answer, probably comes more questions ahead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;B: Yes yes, you are probably right about it... I never thought about this cycle.. by understanding to question and find the answer, and from the answer to understand more to question...  Isn't how funny that we are thinking, reasoning and to even ponder more.. just right at this moment of wondering about knowing something to question more and to find the answer that fits?... Yes, it's paradoxical!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-9053040458514285428?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/9053040458514285428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=9053040458514285428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/9053040458514285428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/9053040458514285428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/09/random.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15837634842216396314'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944.post-6670545481755406968</id><published>2009-09-03T20:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:34:39.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Taking Photos and Experiencing the Surrounding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I am constantly in conflict with myself whenever going for a tour in a place. The problem is that when you know the high chance that you will never be here again, you will try taking as many photos as you possibly can, an attempt to capture all scenery that the eyes saw. Then again, you know that since photos can never quite reflect the what you see, the colors and lighting at the point in time, the temperature and humidity that your skin felt, the air that you smell and the sounds that you've heard. This combination is a unique experience for the body and you want to concentrate on this as much as possible so that the brains can remember this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I am in a constant fix. At one point, I just want to not move and experience everything around me, yet at another point, I cannot help but think that I should take photos for fear that one day the memories shall fail and fogged of what I remembered during the trip. So what I am here at this point in time? If I would not be able to remember, the coolness of the air, the sounds of the water, the smell of the air, what is it that I have from this trip? What is it that made up that I've been here, done that, if I should not be able to remember all of it that happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, photo-taking seems quite unavoidable at certain point of time. Then I would spend time fumbling over the bulky camera, constantly finding good spots for photo-taking, waiting for the right time to click that shutter etc. In the process that so much so, I would forgot to relax and enjoy what is surrounding me, which is really the essential part of going for a tour and 'being here'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happens if I don't take photos and devote myself to see, hear and feel the place? After going back, I know that memories will not be as vivid as time passes. Fog will slowly accumulate and fade off the colors of my memories as time slowly passes by. Then when I want to remember the events that happened, I have nothing to recollect, nothing to even prove as evidence that I've been there (suddenly I realized what those crappy souvenirs are for), no photos to remind myself of the experience there. I will then regret that I should have taken the photos then, but will probably never have the chance to do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradicting moi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sp-20szXGxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/HHXRktcZZaU/s1600-h/IMG_2059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sp-20szXGxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/HHXRktcZZaU/s320/IMG_2059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377217496599698194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sp-20aTm6uI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mZlY5WUXjqg/s1600-h/IMG_1954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sp-20aTm6uI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mZlY5WUXjqg/s320/IMG_1954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377217491634678498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sp-2z6KHbvI/AAAAAAAAAJI/x8Vo-3LmS2o/s1600-h/IMG_1964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sp-2z6KHbvI/AAAAAAAAAJI/x8Vo-3LmS2o/s320/IMG_1964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377217483004931826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sp-2zQv7_EI/AAAAAAAAAJA/GHRsoluGtOo/s1600-h/IMG_1963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sp-2zQv7_EI/AAAAAAAAAJA/GHRsoluGtOo/s320/IMG_1963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377217471889275970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-6670545481755406968?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/6670545481755406968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=6670545481755406968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/6670545481755406968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/6670545481755406968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/09/between-taking-photos-and-experiencing.html' title='Between Taking Photos and Experiencing the Surrounding'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15837634842216396314'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sp-20szXGxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/HHXRktcZZaU/s72-c/IMG_2059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944.post-1553783198452095763</id><published>2009-07-29T13:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:32:08.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back Further</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It really scares me sometimes to look back at my old days primary school friends to see how much they have changed over the years.  It's like someone you are familiar with suddenly becomes another stranger and tells you he/she is the person you've known very long.  Especially seeing them getting married with kids, doing different work, or getting totally messed up.  It's a very nostalgic feeling, you looked at the familiar yet not-so familiar faces, it brings back the childhood days memories, what you have done with them, what you have said, the funny / ridiculous incidents that happened etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although to a certain extend I know that I have changed a lot as well, but because I have been with myself during the course of change that it didn't occur to me the great difference since when I was a child.  Seeing these old time friends whom I have lost touch with, listening to how much have changed in their lives, what has happened, the kids, the careers, the husbands / boyfriends, the wives / girlfriends, the cars and the houses.  It's unbelievable how, the faces that you remembered as kids and so very small and naive is suddenly talking about all these worldly things that are happening to myself as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a kid telling you about their woes as a adult.  It's weird.  And then they go on to reminisce the times when they were kids, when we were friends at school.  The only thing that was ever fun was P.E. and recess, or holidays after examinations.  It was a good feeling to think back and see how ridiculous I was as a child.  I do remember that I seldom go out with my friends during holidays.  Except during my last year at primary school a little more.  Then I never contacted them all throughout my Secondary school days.  Never understood why so.  It seems like a phase that went past and Secondary school is where you begin the next phase of life and start afresh.  Frankly, it was regretful to me.  Should have tried to keep up with my friends more, couldn't quite remember why I did not think it matters at all when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some occasions when I go cranky in the mind, I would even go google or find these friends in facebook, it gives a sort of awe if I ever do find them; especially in facebook, and to see their photos that tells the stories of how they've been and recent happenings.  This is even weirder, I guess.  Although I do find it sort of sad that I missed things in their life...  when I was part of their life as a kid.  Now that we don't even see each other, less to even think about each other at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true in life, sometimes you move on too fast to realise you've lost friends on the way, missed the people who were once closed to you at a certain point.  Miss the connection with people whom you've spent so much time to bond with, or probably even share some of your little secrets that were big to you before.  Is it because we never thought it was of any importance, of people whom we have taken granted, or to even feel it is natural to to lose them at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, as I get older, I will value my friendshiip and connections with people much much more than now instead of just thinking all about myself.  Sigh, it is at this point that I know that I miss all my friends a lot.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-1553783198452095763?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/1553783198452095763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=1553783198452095763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/1553783198452095763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/1553783198452095763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/07/looking-back-further.html' title='Looking Back Further'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15837634842216396314'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944.post-1641601445373156783</id><published>2009-06-21T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:32:36.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Bad Weather</title><content type='html'>Cannot help but have to complain about the weather here.  Two whole weeks, all rain.  It's like December in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically nothing can be done except to stay at home.  All appointments have to be cancelled because of the rain.  = (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERrr....  Another raining Saturday that was an extension of the same weather throughout the whole week since Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun seems to be sooo precious here.  I have decided to post a picture of the sun to remind myself it is actually round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sj0O_0fhhGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/E_rok8RbV8E/s1600-h/sw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sj0O_0fhhGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/E_rok8RbV8E/s320/sw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349448421971428450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sj0O_uvYX5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/9_ll2Uj0A0Q/s1600-h/sun_tour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sj0O_uvYX5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/9_ll2Uj0A0Q/s320/sun_tour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349448420427325330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-1641601445373156783?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/1641601445373156783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=1641601445373156783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/1641601445373156783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/1641601445373156783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/06/stupid-bad-weather.html' title='Stupid Bad Weather'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15837634842216396314'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sj0O_0fhhGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/E_rok8RbV8E/s72-c/sw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944.post-5658261732925846127</id><published>2009-06-10T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:12:53.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah Lau Eh.. Really Morbid la...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One fine evening, while googling some sites, I stumbled upon this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xxxdarknessxxxconsumesxxx.xanga.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://xxxdarknessxxxconsumesxxx.xanga.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;** Warning!!!  Please be mentally prepared to enter this site. ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The last post for this site was December 02 2005.  I wonder if the creator of this site is still alive.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are brave enough to start reading the entries, I would recommend reading the post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wednesday, June 29, 2005&lt;br /&gt;Letter From Ana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seriously, it sends shivers down my spines, partially because of the wallpaper, more because of the content that was written.  I felt very very sorry for whoever this person is, dead or alive.  It's clearly depression...  Reading some of the entries made me felt that how serious it is to be sick mentally, rather than physically.  It basically consumes a human being from the inside out, and worst, it affects soo much even people surrounding you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I hope whatever was written is really fiction although it seems so real to me.  This is the first time I've ever seen a blog written by someone who had serious depression, it gives a view of what it is like to have depression, and how serious it can be.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, it somehow reminds me (or probably everyone who read it), how important it is to stay happy and be optimistic.  Face everyday life with courage, and the sun will always be shining brightly the next beautiful morning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry if this is really a bit too much for your taste whoever is reading this.  But I seriously feel that this acts like a 反面教材.  Telling you how lucky it is to be alive and how important it is to keep a healthy mind.  Staying mentally healthy is as important as staying physically healthy!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-5658261732925846127?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/5658261732925846127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=5658261732925846127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/5658261732925846127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/5658261732925846127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/06/wah-lau-eh-really-morbid-la.html' title='Wah Lau Eh.. Really Morbid la...'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15837634842216396314'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944.post-7052926769776294834</id><published>2009-06-07T12:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:03:40.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keren Ann Zeidel and Barði Jóhannson - Lady &amp; Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/SitABSadGgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/byR5xCzPEY0/s1600-h/album-lady-bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/SitABSadGgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/byR5xCzPEY0/s320/album-lady-bird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344435773672069634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album: Lady &amp;amp; Bird&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Keren Ann Zeidel and Barði Jóhannson&lt;br /&gt;Release: June 2006&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rebel Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;01.  Do What I Do&lt;br /&gt;02. Shepard's Song&lt;br /&gt;03. Stephanie Says&lt;br /&gt;04. Walk Real Slow&lt;br /&gt;05. Suicide Is Painless&lt;br /&gt;06. The Morning After&lt;br /&gt;07. Run In The Morning Sun&lt;br /&gt;08. See Me Fall&lt;br /&gt;09. Blue Skies&lt;br /&gt;10. La Ballade Of Lady &amp;amp; Bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album is a collaboration album of Keren Ann and Barði Jóhannson.  Very beautifully done album with wonderful voice of Keren Ann, each track linking to the next taking your into a mysterious journey of 2 person (child?) called Lady &amp;amp; Bird.&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are really interesting, perculiar, to be exact.  Exploring the feelings, and understanding what's happening surrounding them.  Innocent yet sadly morbid.  Calm yet stirring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggest to listen to this album from first track till the last and let the music take you through their journey.  However, I particularly like the last song 'La Ballade Of Lady &amp;amp; Bird'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics of 'La Ballade Of Lady &amp;amp; Bird'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird : Lady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Yes Bird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird : It's cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Bird...  I cannot see a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird : It's all in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : I'm worried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird : No one will come to see us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Maybe they come but we just don't see them&lt;br /&gt;What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird : I see what's outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : And what exactly is outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird : It's grown-ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Well maybe if we scream they can hear us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird : Yeah, maybe we should try to scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Ok, Bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady &amp;amp; Bird : Heeeelp, Heeeelp&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear us now ?&lt;br /&gt;Hello !&lt;br /&gt;Help !&lt;br /&gt;Hello it's me&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;Can you see&lt;br /&gt;Can you see me&lt;br /&gt;I'm here&lt;br /&gt;Nana come and take us&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;Are you there&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : I don't think they can hear us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird : I can hear you lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird : Do you want to come with me lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Will you be nice to me Bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : You're always be nice to me because you're my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird : I try but sometimes I make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Nana says we all make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird : Maybe we should scream more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Yes, Bird let's scream more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady &amp;amp; Bird : Help ! Help us ! Come on ! Help&lt;br /&gt;Hello !&lt;br /&gt;Help&lt;br /&gt;Hello !&lt;br /&gt;We're lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : I don't think they cannot see us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird : Nobody likes us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : But they all seem so big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird : Maybe we should just jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : What if we fall from the bridge and then nobody can catch us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird : I don't know let's just see what happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird : Come with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Shall we do it together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird : Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady &amp;amp; Bird : 1 2 3....Aaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird : Lady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Yes Bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird : It's cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Bird...I cannot see a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird : It's all in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen online: &lt;a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/lady-bird/lady-bird"&gt;http://www.rhapsody.com/lady-bird/lady-bird&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-7052926769776294834?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/7052926769776294834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=7052926769776294834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/7052926769776294834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/7052926769776294834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/06/lady-bird.html' title='Keren Ann Zeidel and Barði Jóhannson - Lady &amp; Bird'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15837634842216396314'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/SitABSadGgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/byR5xCzPEY0/s72-c/album-lady-bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944.post-4781953260708887193</id><published>2009-05-31T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:14:10.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official, I Am Lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course the whole worlds knows about it.  Basically I am just lazy, in behaviour and thoughts, or rather, the lazy thinkings has translated to subconscious lazy behaviours.   The reason for that it's official is not really because I haven't been going for drum practices dilligently on Sundays, nor that I am not inviting my friends over because the home sweet home is essentially a pig sty in the eyes of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I went out drinking with my friend and were chatting stuff until she brought up the topic of astrolgy.  She's basically super into astrology and even tho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ught of becoming an astrologer before.  I must say she is really super duber into it to even think of making it a profession.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But anyway, that's besides the point.  So she started stating that Capricorn has this determination in their eyes and show it out in general that they are determined and a hard nut to crack.  I don't really think that applies to me, I am a soft marshmallow that goes with the flow a lot of times and always more than ready to give up on something.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then she continued saying that they are hard on themselves and people around them, especially people they loved.  Well, I'll leave this for others to judge, but personally I do try to push myself sometimes.  But then who doesn't?  Is it not only right that you should consider push yourself to do something that you don't like?  It doesn't only applies to Capricorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last statement she said that usually Capricorns are rather lazy people, but because they push themselves hard, they do not allow themselves to become too lazy.  This is really something new I've heard on astrologies analzysis on Capricorns.  So, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;proudly annouce that from now on, nobody should scold me for being lazy.  Why?  Because it's in the sign!  wahahahahaha.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/SiKsl1X0HWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/y5bUcAxzMLE/s1600-h/887-62828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/SiKsl1X0HWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/y5bUcAxzMLE/s320/887-62828.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342021873996930402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-4781953260708887193?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/4781953260708887193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=4781953260708887193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/4781953260708887193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/4781953260708887193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-official-i-am-lazy.html' title='It&apos;s Official, I Am Lazy'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15837634842216396314'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/SiKsl1X0HWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/y5bUcAxzMLE/s72-c/887-62828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944.post-916962791830680585</id><published>2009-05-11T11:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:12:19.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>欠扁問答題</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Yes... 娘娘又來了...  而且就算是通過skype也不放過講冷笑話或欠扁問答題的機會.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;某個星期天的夜晚和娘娘在skype聊天...  突然...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;娘娘：來來&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;來&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;，問你一個欠扁問答題...&lt;br /&gt;我：不要不要... 又是從吳宗憲那裏聼來的是嗎?&lt;br /&gt;娘娘：不是啦，你聼我說...&lt;br /&gt;我： ok..等一下等一下, 讓我準備..&lt;br /&gt;娘娘： 好.. 包公的臉爲什麽是黑的?&lt;br /&gt;我： har???  simi? 給一點提示嘞....&lt;br /&gt;娘娘： 不可以, 沒有提示啦, 給了就知道答案了.&lt;br /&gt;我： okay lor... 可以不要給明顯的提示嘛~&lt;br /&gt;娘娘: 哎呀沒有提示啦! 快一點猜. (表情興奮+賊笑著, 然後一邊啃著玉蜀黍!)&lt;br /&gt;我: (抓頭髮拼命想...)&lt;br /&gt;*五分鐘過後...*&lt;br /&gt;娘娘: 好了沒有, 哎呀 你猜不到的啦... 答案揭曉!!  咚咚咚咚~~  (自己給自己敲鼓的背景音樂)&lt;br /&gt;我: 等一下!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;等一下!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;我還沒有放棄!!  不要講出來!!&lt;br /&gt;娘娘: 快點~ 答案揭曉了~  咚咚咚咚~~  (又給自己敲鼓的背景音樂)...&lt;br /&gt;我: okay!  我不相信猜不到~~! &lt;br /&gt;*又&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;過&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;五分鐘...*&lt;br /&gt;娘娘: okay, 最後機會&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;啊... 哈哈哈哈... 答案揭曉!  (因爲越來越興奮, 啃玉蜀黍動作也激烈了)&lt;br /&gt;我: (...)  ok ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;啦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;... 放棄啦!&lt;br /&gt;娘娘: 哈哈~ 因爲包公臉上有一顆月亮嘛~ 那月亮只有黑夜的時候才會看得見, 所以他的臉就一直是黑的咯!!  娃哈哈哈~ (邊狂笑邊啃玉蜀黍!!)&lt;br /&gt;我: 哇靠!!!!  (直接從熒幕上消失, 頭拿去橦電腦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;娘娘: 娃哈哈哈~  猜不到叻...  都跟你說了~~  (沾沾自喜地啃玉蜀黍...)&lt;br /&gt;我: =_=~~  wah lau~~  你哪裏來這個&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;欠扁問題&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;?  (難以置信中, 並且被冷到了...)&lt;br /&gt;娘娘: 米果醬咯~  那天她來就告訴我這個欠扁問題的...  哈哈厲害嗎?...&lt;br /&gt;我: (直接昏倒, 從熒幕上消失)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;米果醬是我六嵗的表妹...  我懷疑她被娘娘潛移默化了.  到處問人欠扁問答題....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-916962791830680585?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/916962791830680585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=916962791830680585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/916962791830680585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/916962791830680585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='欠扁問答題'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15837634842216396314'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944.post-6413454986240169783</id><published>2009-05-10T11:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:57:50.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Napkin Burger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's delicious. Probably one of the best burger I've had in NY so far. Then again, I probably haven't been eating as much burger as one expects. So one fine Saturday, my friend decided to go try the place that she has listed in her to-go restaurant list according to her NY magazine guide to nice restaurants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To begin with, the price was above average for dinning. On the condition that I had spent an indecent amount of money for dinner out the night before, this brunch made me (and my wallet) felt sadder. Setting that aside, I was willing to explore whatever my friend is interested in. So, we waited for a table, with the server ignoring us to pick a call and being a total bitch giving out the air of 'yes, we can afford to not do your business'.  Then, the waiter who served us wasn't friendly either. In fact, most of the servers in that restaurant looks like they have lost ten thousand dollars in poker the last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So my friend was bitching about it and saying that she will never come back because of the lousy service. When the food was up, we couldn't believe the obscene amount of meat for the burger, fries as side, and, not a single piece of green can be found in this whole meal. All protein, tons of carb, and no green. How is this possible? Should you not at least have lettuce or even some pickle zucchini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, the usual American portion was served and I could only eat 80% of everything, and leaving almost the fries untouched. Although I have given very negative feedback on the service and the totally unbalance meal, I must justify that the restaurant has a reason for drawing the crowd in the famous and competitive Hell's Kitchen. The burger was delicious, the meat patty was absolutely juicy and the bread is a perfect blend with the melting cheese. A messy but definitely fulfilling meal. My friend concluded that the name 5 Napkin was probably because the burger is so juicy, you will need to use up 5 Napkins. Interesting theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some photos that I took at 5 Napkin and the burger:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/SgZTVORnlYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/l2OJz4byguM/s1600-h/IMG_1587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/SgZTVORnlYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/l2OJz4byguM/s320/IMG_1587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334042432741283202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes.  They have the hooks used as decorations and I wonder if these were used hooks for the animals they used to make the burgers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/SgZTUmPHsGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SuTNs2lvNmg/s1600-h/IMG_1584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/SgZTUmPHsGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SuTNs2lvNmg/s320/IMG_1584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334042421993386082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oozing cheese, delicious medium-cooked ground chunk (10ounces, approximately 284grams.) with perfect combination of soft bread and caramelized onions...  Heaven is near...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/SgZTUP9kK5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/MJ7ojyq9xmw/s1600-h/IMG_1582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/SgZTUP9kK5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/MJ7ojyq9xmw/s320/IMG_1582.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334042416014175122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not a single piece of green can be found in this meal.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/SgZTT5l42UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QLYQqoKubIw/s1600-h/IMG_1581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/SgZTT5l42UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QLYQqoKubIw/s320/IMG_1581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334042410009286978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Decorations, the hooks for the lights, the butcher scales and odd shapes bottles suspected to be soap dispensers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-6413454986240169783?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/6413454986240169783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=6413454986240169783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/6413454986240169783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/6413454986240169783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-napkin-burger.html' title='5 Napkin Burger'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15837634842216396314'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/SgZTVORnlYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/l2OJz4byguM/s72-c/IMG_1587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944.post-2596669687432220253</id><published>2009-05-03T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:54:08.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Watches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes!!  Yes!!  I have finally bought watches from fossil this time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha... It was no wonder that given the price cut at the factory outlet I would be determined this time to buy some watches.  I planned for two, and it turned out 4.  But, I was happy about it.  Introducing my four new models...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sf2vJhBDXHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/sou-Na1O5Qs/s1600-h/es1683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sf2vJhBDXHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/sou-Na1O5Qs/s320/es1683.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331610111893003378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sf2vJ_r9qqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-OgE7U7i724/s1600-h/ny3994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sf2vJ_r9qqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-OgE7U7i724/s320/ny3994.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331610120126048930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sf2vJTa4_4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/lT6JXhg4lKY/s1600-h/am4100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sf2vJTa4_4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/lT6JXhg4lKY/s320/am4100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331610108243279746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sf2vJs7MRqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QVhaJR_eGc4/s1600-h/jr9517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sf2vJs7MRqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QVhaJR_eGc4/s320/jr9517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331610115089647266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The more I think of it, the more I want to go back and buy somemore.  The only regretful thing is that I did not buy any funky digital watch.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-2596669687432220253?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/2596669687432220253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=2596669687432220253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/2596669687432220253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/2596669687432220253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-and-my-watches.html' title='Me and My Watches'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15837634842216396314'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/Sf2vJhBDXHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/sou-Na1O5Qs/s72-c/es1683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944.post-3138348102580835558</id><published>2009-04-29T10:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:32:20.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>是熱的咯</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;哇靠! It's hot and stuffy in my room now!! I just finished cooking and realized that even I open up all the windows and the door, the room is still damn hot and air is not moving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I was so happy that summer has finally (suddenly) come! But I forgot to get myself a fan and refuse to switch on the air-con because I was trying to be green (the fact is really trying to lower the bills). With the pathetic windows far away from the kitchen, there was a danger of having stroke by the stove. -_-~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today's update is from office laptop, while having my personal laptop switched for background music, at the same time having TV on for the Mets versus Marlins game. Somehow I feel this comforting, all electronic devices surrounding me at home. Guess I am really a geek, like what my friend calls me 宅女 (お宅).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing much ongoing recently in life. Wanted to go write about the gyoza dinner on Sunday but no inspiration at the moment... probably because it's too hot and I am suffering from brain juice dehydration. ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-3138348102580835558?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/3138348102580835558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=3138348102580835558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/3138348102580835558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/3138348102580835558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_29.html' title='是熱的咯'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15837634842216396314'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944.post-310708090965922686</id><published>2009-04-18T08:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:23:22.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored... At Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Nothing better to do now, most of the Fridays I am at home. Including this one. Actually, there are a lot of other things to do, like cleaning the house or cooking dinner for myself (meat is still thawing). So while wasting away doing nothing, I have decided to do a little blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been crazy, somehow stressed and it seems I am out every other day. Which is good, thus I don't understand how is it that I still feel bored when I have only a few precious days alone at my home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was out helping a friend move to New York. She's got an apartment in Brooklyn and stays at another friend's house in Jersey City temporary. Initially I thought my job was simple, drive to Jersey City to pick her up and go to Brooklyn. Did not know that her assets were in Staten Island.   So after sending my colleague back home, I drove to Jersey City to pick her up, which by then was already around 7 plus. I then realized that her assets were in Staten Island, New York. The plans changed. I had to drive to Staten Island to pick up her stuff, then drive over to Brooklyn. The problem was that all this has to be done via Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey began. It took almost an hour from Jersey City to Staten Island because of peak commuting time in the evening. Thanks to GPS and a little sense of direction I reached Staten Island without losing my way. The traffic was crazy at Holland Tunnel and within Manhattan itself. I also realized that toll charges going into Manhattan is just another form of extortion. The worst happened when I did not realize and went turned in front of a howling fire engine, in Manhattan. Guessed my friend probably &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;stopped breathing when she saw me do that.  She probably have never done it in her 10 over years of driving.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I had the chance to see the other side of Manhattan from Brooklyn. Simply breath-taking. It was near, yet out of Manhattan as you drive along the high and bridge. It was there when I realized why New York is so charming. It really is very beautiful and such a sight too see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reaching Staten Island, I managed to catch my breath from the exciting drive at her aunt's house. And we are off again after her stuff went into my car. This time, the drive was much shorter but the toll charges were still expensive. We finally reached her new home in Brooklyn, a loft made out of and old warehouse, with many similar ones around the neighbourhood. It looks like a place for artists and musicians and different from the rest of the so many houses I have seen in New Jersey and Manhattan itself. The place was torn down, but the inside is absolutely cool. Super big living room (probably a dance studio hall size) with tall ceiling, open style kitchen, a spiral staircase leadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;ng down to the rooms (though I must admit I don't like it for the fear of breaking my neck or leg). Decorations are definitely artistic, scribbles on the wall and a big flat screen television mounted on the wall. Regret not taking photos of it.  It's well worth the effort and I hope she can leave comfortably, in a city where she dreamt of living in for so many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to give a little visual of my adventure on Monday.  Origin A is my workplace New Jersey, Destination F is my home New Jersey, Destination C is somwhere in Jersey City New Jersey, then Destination D is Staten Island New York, Destination E is Brooklyn New York, then back to my home, F.  A total of 59.8miles according to Google's calculation.  That's 95.68km of drive.  Not bad for novice driver.  I figured that I must have driven more miles than any of an average 3-week Singaporean novice driver.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/SekqE3v8iUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dEtT6CDOGY4/s1600-h/routemap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/SekqE3v8iUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dEtT6CDOGY4/s320/routemap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325834297515215170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-310708090965922686?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/310708090965922686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=310708090965922686&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/310708090965922686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/310708090965922686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/04/bored-at-home.html' title='Bored... At Home...'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15837634842216396314'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77-MDn1pTu4/SekqE3v8iUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dEtT6CDOGY4/s72-c/routemap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944.post-2084642514856069406</id><published>2009-04-13T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:20:59.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Some words bring enlightenment.  It makes you wonder for a minute about what you have been living.  Sometimes, I regretted not reading enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: The Tibetan Booking of Living and Dying by Sogyal Rinpoche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th Dalai Lama on his foreword in this book:  Naturally, most of us would like to die a peaceful death, but it is also clear that we cannot hope to die peacefully if our lives have been full of violence, or if our minds have mostly been agitated by emotions like anger, attachment, or fear.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So if we wish to die well, we must learn how to live well.  &lt;/span&gt;Hoping for a peaceful death, we must cultivate peace in our mind, and in our way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unquote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-2084642514856069406?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/2084642514856069406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=2084642514856069406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/2084642514856069406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/2084642514856069406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-words.html' title='Some Words'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15837634842216396314'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944.post-5634304260847131142</id><published>2009-04-12T10:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:30:10.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than 25 random things about me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Facebook.com&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose ur frenz to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Loves to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Loves to eat popcorn before the movie starts, but not  eat during the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Enjoy the moment of sneezing, but hates it when the nose and eyes are all itchy and watery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Wants to drive out of New Jersey by 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hates people who are not sincere and does not know how to deal with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Is just plain lazy most of the times to be bothered with anything, thus the easy-going'ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Loves Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Loves the smell of air with grass, trees, flowers or slightly burnt smell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Too much alochol gives a wierd reaction of talking in Japanese but all grammatically wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Does not know how to flirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Totally internet download addict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Loves looking at photos of friends and where they have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Strives to fill up my megasize mp3 player and make it into a radio station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Cannot resist buying new candies and gums with interesting packaging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Cries when watching anything sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Likes it when girls who are really cute acts cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Likes watching through condominium or houses's windows from the outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Often wonders about life and what it gives to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Likes to write during times of inspiration, but 3 minutes later finds it stupid (this 25 random things is an edited version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Feels inferior sometimes for unknown reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Likes walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Loves romance stories book, for the reason that my life is never romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Likes to hear about other people's life, for all the drama that's lacking in my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Sucker for dark chocolate, in fact, anything nice chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Still don't like people who are chinese and can only speak English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Hates people who are racist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Does not like being angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Dreamer, loves to imagine 'what if I am...' as a way to destress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Does actually have a sense of fashion, but does not wear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Is a snob sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Likes to be complimented, sincerely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Cannot remember the song title and artist, although the song may have been heard umpteen times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Feels quality of life is important, and does not mind spending within means (aka materialistic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Feels everything is nice about branded bags, except for the outrageous price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Is afraid of girls who cries in front of her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Does not know how to handle her own emotions most of the times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me... among others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-5634304260847131142?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/5634304260847131142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=5634304260847131142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/5634304260847131142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/5634304260847131142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-than-25-random-things-about-me.html' title='More than 25 random things about me...'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15837634842216396314'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23809944.post-6538801825764872070</id><published>2009-04-12T08:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T09:51:50.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving...  How is it that I always cannot get it right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So for friends who knew, I just got my provisional license finally after 9 months in NJ and got a car 3 weeks ago.  I am officially able to drive!  and officially the road hazard on NJ.  Beware, drivers!  I will turn your everyday commuting into your worst nightmare!~  ** corny horror music at background **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I am being super duper adventurous with my car, going to all the places I have never been to despite being a newbie who doesn't even know the traffic rules well enough to drive.  I think I should be put into a defensive driving programme or something.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I think I will try to update a little of my driving experience so far, and also make it a point to note down all the scars on that car despite being less than 6 months old and very well taken care of by the previous owner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today being very bored at home and that the rain finally stopped in the late afternoon.  I decided to take a ride to Ikea at Elizabeth, a 45-minute drive from home, via the highway.  Fixed my GPS and set to go.  On the way on the normal road on Boulevard East, it was all fine and I got my confident that I will reach there without any problem.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I took a turn into NJ Turnpike, at a junction where probably 10 different roads meet together from Hoboken, Weehawken.  It was a great traffic mess because this is also the same point where it leads to New York.  At 5 plus, it was probably the peak.  Thanks to GPS, I had to switch to the most left lane and I was at the most right lane.  The left turn signal was blinking furiously for more than 3 minutes and no cars wanted to give way to me, cars behind was honking at me to move forward.  In the process of looking over my left shoulder and moving the car forward, I have successfully scratched the right side of the car against the wall because my hand on the wheels moved to the right.  Scared myself to death with the scratching sound and I stopped immediately.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So leaving no choice as I approached nearer and nearer to the turn, I had to turn to the left at the slightest chance and of course, the driver from behind was forced to stop and was cursing and swearing at me.  I think if he was any slower to braking, then I would have my first car accident in just 3 weeks and the company would be chasing me with higher insurance premium to pay.  This shows that if you don't know the way, check out the route first and not just rely 100% on GPS.  And I have been warned previously by my boss and other users of GPS.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I continued my way through a very crowded highway and almost died of heart attack because of people switching and cutting into my lane every 2 seconds.  Probably I also caused heart attacks to people while I was trying to switch lane and avoiding myself going from the wrong exit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally reaching Ikea, my heart was already at the mouth, I then missed a turn and went into the road that leads to the Elizabeth seaport.  I made an illegal U-turn to get back, and the next thing I saw is a sign that says 'Area under camera survillance'.  Great, I am going to get a ticket because they found me making an illegal turn at a seaport road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I only bought a few things at Ikea, just to make my road trip worth it, also giving myself some time to calm down.  But I had to rush out of the place before it gets too dark.  Didn't even get to eat my favourite Ikea meatball because I was afraid of driving on the highway in the night.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Surprsingly, the trip back so much more easier, probably with the lesser car on the road and already too dark to notice any other dangers... hahaha...  The highway now seems less intimidating.  So, finally reaching home safely but already dark, the only scar for the road trip I have yet to inspect it.  I have to recover from the aftermaths of the drive in general.  Then, I will be off tomorrow again for an even farther destination... Woodbury Common here I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-6538801825764872070?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/6538801825764872070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=6538801825764872070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/6538801825764872070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/6538801825764872070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/04/driving-how-is-it-that-i-always-cannot.html' title='Driving...  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It is getting a bit too cold and I am glad to be in a hot humid, forever summer island to warm up a bit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;More importantly, I am able to meet all the friends that I do miss very much.  Especially true if you do not have some one you can talk in Singlish (and yes, I definitely miss 'wah lau's, a lot), and get the same warm response in US.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do not have to re-introduce myself for the 101th times to the many people that will not remember me after they turn their faces, or that we will never meet each other again.  It is good to say 'How are you?' and hear people complain about the nitty gritty things in their everyday life which I missed for almost half a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good to play badminton, sweat it all, and talk crap + tons of gossips for 2 hours and go for fish soup bee hoon with a lot of chilli padis.  Good to make use of Chinese New Year, go for gatherings at friend's place, gamble a bit and catch up with each other.  Good to go to the office, see the same colleagues, making use of snacking and have a chit-chat session etc.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy to see my sister again, and do the same crappy stuff, calling each other names, have pillow fights (this is a healthy sport to keep yourself engergetic).  Happy to see mama and ah pa again, talking funny jokes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;More than ever, I appreciate to go home, with lights already on, TVs on, and 4 people already at home, talking, eating dinner, or even just doing their own things.  Probably the other reason I feel I should leave for SG is to appreciate more of what I already have, and tell myself that I am not doing so bad afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eventhough, of course, the fact that SG is still a bit too crowded at a lot of places, some people are still behaving uncivilized, transportation can still be a pain at times, all around there are forever constructions on-going etc..  But whatever good comes, there will always the bad side of it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish I could stay slightly longer, not that I do not want to go back exactly, but I want to feel something familar for a while longer.  I think this is homesick, I don't exactly miss it when I am in US, but I do like it more when I come back.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's good to be back, get a rest and get ready to move on.  Hopefully, be able to find more meaningful things to do in US other than just work.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23809944-7116244124449959555?l=-ling-.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/feeds/7116244124449959555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23809944&amp;postID=7116244124449959555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/7116244124449959555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23809944/posts/default/7116244124449959555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-ling-.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-good-to-be-back.html' title='It&apos;s good to be back'/><author><name>ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924068628646705125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15837634842216396314'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>